Lydia let out a whoop of encouragement as Sylvando struck, grinning. It was a brief moment of cheerleading, though, as she was already letting her imagination churn before he'd even asked. It took some focusing and a little thought, but the topiary hound pulled its verdant paws loose from the soil, claws made of roots scrabbling against the sidewalk as it bounded toward the Corrupt cat with a growl that sounded like a concentrated, deep rustle of leaves.

"On it!"